English Poems, Volumes 1-2Tutin, 1900 - Poets, English |
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... saw Thine eyes break from their East , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw Thee ; and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . TITYRUS . Poor world ( said I ) , what 16 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO . 16.
... saw Thine eyes break from their East , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw Thee ; and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . TITYRUS . Poor world ( said I ) , what 16 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO . 16.
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... we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . Chorus . We saw Thee , & c . FULL CHORUS . Welcome , all wonders in one sight ! Eternity shut in a span ! Summer in Winter , Day in Night ! Heaven in Earth , and God in man ...
... we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . Chorus . We saw Thee , & c . FULL CHORUS . Welcome , all wonders in one sight ! Eternity shut in a span ! Summer in Winter , Day in Night ! Heaven in Earth , and God in man ...
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